Silver's POV
It was quiet for a moment. Nate wasn't going into another harebrained speech for now. Therefore I could make out a few sounds from the building. Footsteps. Footsteps from boots, like those that the S.W.A.T. team wears. I'm saved. Unless of course there is another raving lunatic in the building.
Nate has just taken the knife to my feet. So just to be sure the S.W.A.T. team is coming to me I scream, both in agony and as a flare to the cops to tell them exactly where I am. Ten seconds pass, the slowest ten seconds of my life, and they break down the door. Nate jumps up and puts his hands in the air and drops the knife. Within another ten seconds he is handcuffed and down on the floor.
Tears of relief flow down my face as I see Adam come from the small crowd to me. He tries to untie me.
"Adam, I'm so glad you guys found me."
"I'm glad you're still alive."
"Well it was touch and go for a bit there at the end. I know I'll be ok now though." We both smile at each other as he unties the last knot.
Now Adam may not look strong, but he most certainly is. I mean he was able to pick my fat butt up and carry me out of the apartment. Unfortunately I blacked out soon after that.
Adam's POV
It's been about six hours since we got Silver from the apartment. When she got to the hospital they cleaned her up and bandaged her wounds and then gave her blood. She had lost quite a bit, but her color has started to come back since then as she sleeps peacefully. I have no idea what will happen when she does wake up.
Of course as I thought that she began to stir. She opened her beautiful eyes.
"Hey Adam."
"Hello Silver. Have a nice nap?"
"Yeah. What time is it?"
"It's about eleven o'clock at night."
"Well then you must be pretty sleepy yourself."
"Nah. I'm a night owl." She sounds all groggy and it's really cute."
"Nateā¦"
"Don't worry about him. Mac is taking care of him."
"I have really bad taste in men." She laughed and after a moment so did I. I hope she doesn't mean me. I mean I hope she doesn't mean that she has bad men as friends.
"I'm sure he was nice up until the whole kidnapping ordeal."
"I'm sorry to inform you that he was not. He always pressured me for sex and about a month ago he started taking steroids."
"Why didn't you report him?"
"A little chick like me report my crazy buff boyfriend on steroids? He had the intimidation factor on his side."
"So did you just stay with him because you were scared? You work with a bunch of cops. You should have realized that we would have kept you safe."
"Ok first of all you can't criticize me because you don't know the whole story and second you aren't a cop, you work for cops."
"Look I just meant that your friends or coworkers or whatever you see us as would have helped you. You know that you work for cops too right?"
"Don't yell at me ok. And don't talk to me like I'm stupid. I realize the situation I put myself in, but I didn't do it because I was scared. Well not completely because I was scared anyways."
"Then why did you stay with him?" I could have given you so much more.
"I realize that you saved me and all, but since you pretty much just called me an idiot I don't want to tell you."
"I did not!"
"And now you're yelling at me."
"Silver-"
She interrupted me, "You should probably leave."
Rather than do that I leaned towards the bed in my chair, "Silver, I know that I was yelling at you a moment ago," I say real quietly. "I'm not mad at you though. I'm mad at myself. I saw how mad he got in the apartment when he walked in on us and I should have realized that something was wrong. By the way you talked about him before at the lab I should have picked up on how bad the situation was. I should have known and been able to protect you before it came to this."
She replied back even quieter than I had been, I barely heard her say, "It's not your job to protect me, Adam. It's not your fault."
"Well I feel like it is." Suddenly my feet were very interesting.
"Adam, I stayed with him because a long time ago he was my ticket out."
"What do you mean?"
She continued to whisper, "Back in Kansas I was going nowhere. Being the daughter of a prostitute doesn't get you very far. I was seventeen when I first met Nate. He comes from money and after we got to know each other he said he wanted to help me. He was going to college in the fall on a basketball scholarship and had a college fund that his parents set up just waiting to be used. He said that all he needed in return was a promise that I would always be there for him. I combined what little I had saved with his money and I got through college on that and what I got from being a crappy waitress.
"About six months ago he asked me to be more than a friend. I refused and he reminded me that he got me where I am today. Now he needed me to repay the favor. He wanted me to be there for social events and stuff like that. Basically just to show me off to the guys on the team.
"So a couple months ago he gets a chance to play on a team here in New York and of course I had to come with him. How could I refuse the man that put me through college? He quickly realizes that he isn't nearly as good as the other guys and starts the steroids and then came the roid rage. I began to distance myself from him and, well, you witnessed the break up."
"I'm sorry. I had no idea."
"It's ok, it really is. If I was in your position I would think that I was pretty stupid too."
"I don't think you are stupid at all. You did what you thought was right and it's his fault what happened. You were just trying to pay him back."
"And I'm going to. I've already paid him back quite a bit of the money."
"After what he did to you I don't think you owe him anything."
"You are quite obviously a city boy. I was raised to repay my debts and also I don't like the feeling that I owe somebody."
"What did he think of you repaying him though?"
"He said that even if I paid him back every penny I would still owe him for pain and suffering and that's the sort of thing that can only be fixed with love. Love my ass, I began to hate him."
"I bet you do now."
"I don't think I hate him, I mean I would never wish pain upon him or anything. I just don't ever want to see him again."
I was looking into her eyes and grabbed her hand. I gave it a reassuring squeeze and said, "You don't have to."
